“It must be difficult to ride like this,” Amelia said. Richard’s laughter made her want to suck the words back onto her tongue. “I just mean…is it like this all the time?”
“Only when I’m with you.” Richard wrapped his fingers around hers and coaxed her to return to her task. “And, yes, sometimes it makes riding difficult.”
His flesh grew hot. Harder. “Then we shall take a lot of walks.”
“When I don’t have you on your back.” Richard rolled onto the mattress and pulled Amelia over him, using their hands to guide him back inside her. “Or you have me on mine.”
It was Amelia’s turn to throw her head back in a cry, which doubled as his hands closed over her breasts and his hips thrust upward, driving him deeper. Still, when he crashed down, she rode him into the mattress. Again and again, until his thumb found the place where they were joined, that magic spot between her thighs…
In search of a prize, that he found…
Her eyes flew open, and her smile curved as she met his laughing gaze. He was a naughty man, her husband.
And she loved him for it.
